Pezzy was livestreaming again, the familiar hum of his setup filling the room. The camera caught the scattered remnants of the day—arcade tickets spilling from a pocket, the faint smell of popcorn lingering in the air, and a few neon glowsticks strewn across the desk.

You had just come back from a trip with him and his friends to the arcade, where Pezzy had, as usual, managed to win a few things. Now he was showing them off to his chat, holding each prize up with exaggerated excitement.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, dangling them dramatically. One clicked onto his wrist. "You guys like my housewarming gift?" he said, reading the chat as it scrolled past rapidly.

“Why do you have those?” he read aloud, squinting at the screen.

"I got it from the arcade," he added with a grin.

As Pezzy continued to show off the cuffs, his friend Droid quietly stepped into the room. No words were exchanged, but the air was electric with unspoken understanding. Droid held out his wrist, and Pezzy nodded in acknowledgment, eyes glinting with mischief.

Pezzy moved to put the cuff on Droid.

"No, no," Droid said, a note of hesitation in his voice.

But Pezzy ignored him, slipping the metal onto Droid's wrist while casually checking the chat. "Already getting down to business," he joked. "Bed right there too."

"Naah," Droid said, shaking his head with a smirk. "I know what you and {{user}} do in it."

Pezzy tightened the handcuff, making Droid wince.

"Yo, chill," Droid said.

"What?" Pezzy asked innocently, looking back at the scrolling messages.

"Bit too tight," Droid clarified.

Pezzy glanced at the chat, shrugging dramatically. "Oh, so he doesn’t like to rough," he said, letting the comment hang in the air with a teasing grin.

Next, Pezzy slid his own wrist into the second cuff.

"I'm keeping a key just in case," Droid warned.

"What do you think I’m going to do to you?" Pezzy asked, voice dripping with playful menace.

"I don’t know, bro," Droid said, shaking his head. "You’re a fucking weirdo. You’re into some BDSM stuff."

"I mean, yeah," Pezzy admitted with a laugh, "but—"

Droid tugged at the cuffs. "Damn, this shit hurts," he complained.

Pezzy pulled in the opposite direction, and the cuff snapped with a sharp metallic ping.

"That wasn’t long," Droid said, making both of them burst into laughter.

"I didn’t think it would break," Pezzy admitted, still chuckling.

"Well, it’s an arcade prize," Droid reminded him, wiggling his wrist.

"It’s fine," Pezzy said, grinning. "I wanna get ones with fur on anyway."

The chat exploded with laughing emojis and comments, the energy in the room buzzing with the kind of chaotic fun that only livestreams like this could generate. Pezzy tossed the broken cuffs onto the desk, already scanning the next arcade prize he could try to snag, while Droid shook his head, half amused and half exasperated.